The Jewel and the first Word - Flipbook - Page 9
The Jewel and the rst Word
Back to Galilee now. Back to the road by the shoreline.
We open our hearts to this moment.
Not everyone, in fact hardly anyone will see the Divinity of this great King. To
most people, passing along in the aisle of the supermarket, he is a normal man.
No shining light surrounding His head. Just a ragged group of followers to point
to something unusual. So to see Him for who He is we would have to have some
real consciousness. Or maybe have a fate relationship. Or then again perhaps be
in a state of great distress. Opened up by suffering. Mental or physical. Desperate.
So that He might be the One to answer our prayers. Yes, that could work.
Except for that group of disciples most of us would just pass on by. Head to the
checkout. Maybe feel something and wonder about it afterwards. What was that?
So ordinary this man. Human. One of us. Apparently.
I don’t believe that Jesus shone His light all the time. It would be couched.
Shrouded until coincident circumstances were right. And then He would show
Himself. Perfect in every respect these moments. The place, the people, the time.
If only we could see the flowers that spring up in His footsteps. In the mirror of
an unseen world.
The words are the dance. Yes. They impart their own understanding. His words
shine with incandescent presence.
But His actuality. That is where the teaching takes place.
That is the transmission. We are drawn to His actuality.